Author: Big Mama

  • I prefer dressing on my salad

    Today I made Caroline a sandwich for lunch and she asked for some carrots and ranch dressing to go with it. Since I am all about getting a vegetable in her diet even if it’s covered in a little bit of fat, I added carrots and ranch dressing to her plate.

    I let her sit at the coffee table so that she could enjoy her lunch while watching Max and Ruby. By the way, where are Max and Ruby’s parents? If she were my big sister, I would tell her to quit all that bossing before I decide to boil her in a pot. And if y’all don’t know, Ruby is a rabbit so don’t get all freaked out. She’s just a rabbit. I’m not condoning the boiling of big brothers or sisters.

    Anyway, Caroline is eating her lunch and I get on the computer so that I could read yet another article about A&M beating t.u.

    After about 15 minutes, I go in there to get her ready for naptime and discover that she has marinated herself in ranch dressing. She has literally rubbed ranch dressing all over her arms and legs.

    So, I ask the first question that comes to mind, “Why? Why would you do that? Why would you rub ranch dressing all over yourself?” She looked right at me and said, “I didn’t do it Mama, my hands did.”

    And that is what we call the art of passing the buck.

  • It’s the Thanksgiving Miracle of 2006


    I realize the game ended three hours ago, but I have just this moment gained enough composure to actually post. Also, I watched the game at Gulley’s house and we have spent the afternoon saying “We won, we actually won.”

    It’s like when Sally Field won the Oscar for Best Actress. Complete disbelief and awe.

    So, with apologies to my Longhorn readers (Phyllis and Carol)…

    The Aggies beat the hell outta t.u.!!!! WHOOP!!

    My only regret is that I wasn’t there to see it. There are few things in life as sweet as beating t.u. on their home field and watching to see how fast they’ll turn off the scoreboard, as if that could take away what just happened.

    Last year was one of the worst years of college football I have ever experienced. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the Aggies were terrible, the horns won the National Championship. It was like salt in a wound.

    Today made me feel just a little bit better.

    And did y’all see that Coach Fran actually cried after the game? He’s probably so relieved that he won’t be putting his brand new house on the market after all. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but we’ll see where we go from here.

    Gig ’em!

  • Thanksgiving past and present

    In honor of Thanksgiving, I thought I would take a trip down memory lane to share some past Thanksgivings in the life of Big Mama.

    1. My childhood memories of Thanksgiving are vague. I think we were usually at my grandparents’ homes and that I longed for the day that I could graduate from the kids’ table to the adult table. Seeing as how my 22 year old cousin was still sitting at the kids’ table, I had longer to wait than I even realized.

    2. After my Nanny and Big Bob bought their lakehouse in Colmesneil,Texas, we spent most of our Thanksgivings there. I remember tons of food, lots of bustling around the kitchen to get everything ready and Big Bob raking huge piles of leaves in the yard that my sister and I would spend hours jumping in and scattering everywhere.

    3. I graduated from Texas A&M so Thanksgivings throughout my college years (all 5 of them) were spent at various locations depending on whether or not A&M and t.u. were playing at Kyle Field or in Austin. I loved when the game was at Kyle Field because we’d all go to Aggie Bonfire the night before the game and then eat Thanksgiving lunch at Nena’s house the day of the game while nursing “minor” hangovers from overindulgence of adult beverages the night before. This was back in the glory days of Aggie football when we knew without a doubt that we’d beat the hell outta t.u. that night.

    One of those Thanksgivings was the scene of the infamous episode in which Nena said that my current boyfriend was so good looking that if he asked her to run away with him, she’d say “Hold on, let me get my purse.”

    4. The years that the game was in Austin, my group of friends would get some sad hotel room that was probably more mo than ho. We’d stay out on 6th Street way too late and then the next morning, we’d head over to the RV where the Kilgore crew would be tailgating. Thanksgiving lunch consisted of a wide variety of foods including barbecue and chips and queso. We loved it. We’d sit around pregame and attach bolls of cotton to our large hoop earrings to signify that Yes Ma’am, we were going to the Cotton Bowl and the horns were not. Have I mentioned that it was a glorious time in Aggie football history?

    5. P and I had been dating for several months when he invited me to spend Thanksgiving with his family. His mama wrote me a nice note of invitation and I accepted. I knew for sure I wanted to marry him when instead of pumpkin pie, his mama served homemade chocolate ice box pudding for dessert. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted and I thought to myself that this family knows how to do things right. Sign me up.

    6. The first year P and I were married, we drove seven hours to the Lakehouse to spend the holiday with my family. It is a trip that will go down in our family history. It included events such as P buying an Elvis clock complete with swiveling hips at the local gas station where a cashier remarked that “Honey, if I had a dime for every piece of Elvis memorabilia at my house, I’d be a rich, rich woman” and Big Bob getting upset that someone had put out his burning pile of leaves and proceeding to drink too much vodka. Big Bob didn’t drink EVER, so you can imagine the effect the vodka had on him. He spent most of the day passed out in his recliner. Nanny was furious, but the memory cracks me up to this day.

    7. When Caroline was three months old we drove to Houston to spend Thanksgiving with Mimi and Bops (before they moved here, obviously). Since I was in the midst of incredible sleep deprivation, all I really remember is that I prayed Caroline would at least sleep while I ate lunch and she did. Also, my sister and her husband drove three hours and were right at the city limits when their transmission started to break. They turned around and drove back home thinking that they needed to be home to get their car fixed. They got up the next morning and decided it was worth the trip to drive all the way back in another car to spend Thanksgiving with us. We refer to it as the Thanksgiving Miracle of 2003.

    8. Last year, we had Thanksgiving lunch at Mimi and Bops’ house, who now live just a mile away. Caroline was in a terrible mood all morning, so I put her down for a nap while we ate. She woke up as we were finishing and didn’t want to eat anything. I carried her into the T.V. room and she laid on my chest, looked up at me and said “Mama, my mouth feels funny” and then threw up all over me. The fact that I didn’t immediately throw up after her is the Thanksgiving Miracle of 2005. She had a stomach virus, threw up for the next 8 hours and in the true spirit of giving gave it to P and me 2 days later. I have to be honest, I wasn’t that thankful.

    Seriously, I am so grateful for all of the friends and family I have spent this holiday with over the years. Each year has its own set of memories and that’s what life is all about. I’m thankful for P because plain and simple, my life would not be my life without him in it. I’m thankful for Caroline because she is the light that makes my life a little brighter. I’m thankful for my family and all that they mean to me. I’m thankful for Gulley who has been making me laugh for over seventeen years. Gulley, you have to tell me when you go off cheese.

    And most of all, I’m thankful for God. I’m thankful that He is the giver of all good gifts and He has blessed me with many.

    You are my God, and I will give you thanks;
    You are my God, and I will exalt you.
    Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
    his love endures forever.
    Psalm 118: 28-29
    Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all!
  • Giving thanks for no more trips to H.E.B. this week

    It has been a long time since I have discussed the bane of my existence, also known as the Buddy Buck. If y’all weren’t reading my blog back then (and chances are good, since I had about 3 readers then compared to about 12 now), you can find past experiences with the Buddy Buck detailed here and here.

    The thing about having a child is that even though I am not cooking any part of Thanksgiving Dinner (except for Chocolate Ice Box pudding which is a requirement for P to enjoy the holiday) I still had to go to the grocery store today to get the essentials of our household such as chicken nuggets.

    Prior to Caroline’s birth, I would have emptied my pantry of all canned goods and served P and I a dinner made with a box of mac and cheese circa 1997 before I would have gone to the grocery store the week of Thanksgiving.

    H.E.B. is stressful enough without all the people milling around, fighting for the last can of pumpkin or cranberries. Add in a racecar cart and a toddler and you’ve got yourself a recipe for stress.

    As we’re cruising the aisles in our monstrous racecar cart, we spy Dwayne the friendly manager who knows us well seeing as how I’m following in the tradition of my Mema and Papa and go to the store almost every day. Dwayne gives Caroline a high five and hands her 3 Buddy Bucks.

    She is beyond gleeful.

    After waiting in an excruciatingly long line to pay for our groceries, we head towards the Buddy Buck machine. Now, don’t judge me, but sometimes I tell Caroline it isn’t working so that we can get the heck out of Dodge. That was my master plan for today.

    But oh, the humanity. There were kids already playing with the Buddy Buck machine and a long line of others waiting their turn.

    So, we get in line. I realize that I am a pushover, but I’m hoping that someday she’ll remember that her mama let her play the Buddy Buck machine and tell her therapist about it.

    I don’t want to tell y’all how long we waited in line, but let’s just say that Dwayne must have been showering people with Buddy Bucks like it was manna from heaven. In fact, at one point Dwayne caught my eye and said “Do y’all want some more?” and laughed. See, it’s all just a game to him because it’s not his frozen goods and patience that are melting away.

    People were walking by wondering what they were missing out on because “Wow! Look at all the people in line!”

    Yes, get in line so that you too can have a plastic bubble with a number sticker inside. It’s totally worth it.

    After we had secured our 3 plastic bubbles and our milk had soured from sitting in the cart so long, we headed out to the parking lot. As I lifted Caroline into her carseat, she stopped and hugged me so tight while she said “Thank you, Mama!”

    See. It’s totally worth it.

  • Pilgrim’s progress

    Yesterday was the big Thanksgiving program at Caroline’s school. She was a pilgrim, although a very reluctant pilgrim.

    On Ugly Betty the other night, the nephew said he was the only pilgrim that did “jazz hands”, I was hoping that my pilgrim might throw in a little jazz hands for good measure, but I think she was way too concerned about wearing a hat made of butcher paper.

    They sang a few songs including America the Beautiful and Any Turkey Can Tango. You know…the Thanksgiving classics.

    She had been uncharacteristically quiet when I’d asked her about the program because she said it was a surprise. I did get a little insight though the other night when she was singing a song about cornucopias in the bathtub, and seeing as how we usually say “horn of plenty” instead of cornucopia, I figured it must be related to the big Thanksgiving show.

    And no matter how reluctant she might have originally been, the ham in her won out once she was onstage.

    I thought she was the cutest little singing pilgrim I’ve ever seen.

  • No doubt about it…he might be a redneck

    On Friday afternoon, a package arrived for P. He was hunting all weekend, so I never opened the package. When he got home Sunday afternoon, he was excited to see that his order had come in and immediately opened the box.

    Let me state for the record, that P is the hardest person to shop for, EVER. I never know what to get him for birthdays or Christmas, and I usually just end up getting him a shirt because at least then he’ll be well dressed, if not excited over his present.

    I even asked him a few days ago what he’d like for Christmas and he told me he’d already bought a scope mount and that could be his present. I know…it’s like a real old fashioned Christmas.

    So, when he opened the package and revealed what was inside I was honestly shocked by the simplicity and the redneckness of what he had ordered for himself. This, THIS is what he bought.

    Please notice that “food” is in all capital letters with an exclamation point, as if to say we’re not talking about squirrel, we’re talking BIG GAME!

    Also, take note of the mesh backing complete with adjustable strap.

    Here I’ve been shopping at Gap all these years picking out a different version of basically the same shirt, when I could’ve just been ordering online from www.Backwoods.com.

    I have always tried to live my life with some semblance of grace and style, and obviously now that this hat has taken up residence on my husband’s head, all that is out the window.

    The worst part (as if it can get any worse) is that Caroline walked in and said, “Oh Daddy, what a cool hat!”, which means I’ll be spending hundreds of dollars in fashion therapy trying to rehabilitate her.

    Or maybe I’ll just hop on board and make it my new tagline.

    Big Mama…will hunt for FOOD!

    Or maybe not.